“Are you still of the same mind about returning to your people?” he asked, more earnestly.
“Surely. Oh! do not say that you will send me hence to——”
“Laban, Lady?”
“Laban amongst others. Remember, Prince, that I am one under a curse. If I return to Goshen, in this way or in that, soon I shall die.”
“Ana says that your uncle Jabez declares that the mad fellow who tried to murder you had no authority to curse and much less to kill you. You must ask him to tell you all.”
“Yet the curse will cling and crush me at the last. How can I, one lonely woman, stand against the might of the people of Israel and their priests?”
“Are you then lonely?”
“How can it be otherwise with an outcast, Prince?”
“No, it cannot be otherwise. I know it who am also an outcast.”
“At least there is her Highness your wife, who doubtless will come to comfort you,” she said, looking down.